Companion in Wars || Tuah & Fane
He slowly came into consciousness, head pounding against his temporal lobes and his vision slightly bleary as he tried to adjust himself to the new surroundings, feeling the after effect of the drug that had knocked him out cold starting to wear off. Tuah let out a groan, rubbing his eyes with the edge of his palm, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that he still felt. His body felt weak, thought his heightened senses slowly returning to him as time passed by. The first thing that he realised was that he was no longer bound to a chair, but sitting on the hard ground. The man that dressed in black, his face hiding behind a mask was nowhere to be seen. The room had changed, he realised now, from a darkened room where he was alone, now filled with others he didn’t recognise.
He took a whiff of the scent in the air; it was thick with the smell of tangy iron and for a moment, horror struck him as he tried to remember if he had done all of this, if he had went berserk and didn’t remember any of the event unfolding. But then he heard the sound of gunshots from the far distant, screams echoing through the catacomb before the ground shook, rocks and rubbles toppling over as an explosion was heard from a short distance. It hurt his ears, his hearing filled with white noises and everything sounded muffled around him.
I have to get out of here. Instinct kicking in, Tuah stood from where he was, legs shaking beneath him, but he continued on, taking several steps forward using the rough wall as support. Survive. I have to survive. He looked down, and saw that he was in some sort of military uniform, though he wasn’t able to recognise which era it belonged to. He picked up the rifles on his feet, leaning against the wall as he checked if it was still working and the ammunition, carrying extras in his compartment. He then heaved a sigh and started moving once more, rifle pointing forward. His eyes then caught someone at the corner of his eyes, and he made his way towards the other, body tense and steps careful as not to trigger any traps. “Fane?” he muttered once he had a closer look, and quickened his steps and kneeled beside the other vampire, hand on the other’s shoulder, gently shaking him to awakeness.